My teaching days are over.

Cathy Meyer — Tue, 27 May 2008 13:12:41 -0400

My teaching days are over. Sex should be a pleasure, not a chore. So, in the future I say we only attach ourselves to men how have something to offer in that department. It has to be good sex or, no sex at all!

Ouch, could it be me?

Wanda Woodard — Tue, 27 May 2008 09:43:02 -0400

Naaah. LOL! Hey, I'm many things, but a poor lover is not one of them.

Hey, it could just be that

Guest — Sun, 25 May 2008 18:58:29 -0400

Hey, it could just be that you were out of practice...but I totally understand not wanting to be his teacher- there has got to be at least a bit of potential if you're going to take him under your wing! CM

Crossing Sexual Boundaries

Wanda Woodard — Sun, 25 May 2008 14:00:00 -0400

If you were married to one very particular type of person, say, the deer head on the wall, lifetime NRA member redneck type, then it would stand to reason that you just might want to step outside of your regular pool of male types and go for something exotic.

Perhaps an African-American instead. Yep. That was sort of my mind set when I finally decided to have sex again after being divorced and removed from Stinky for a year and a half. And younger. Yeah, that's the ticket. Let's see I am 49, so what about someone, say, 23 years younger than me. Yep, again. That might just work.

Well, my dear FWW'ers. It didn't. In fact it was quite the disappointing fiasco. Naturally, we'll keep the names out to protect the innocent. Or is it the guilty? Ah, well.

God love him, he was so young and inexperienced, but very drawn to me, and, naturally, I was loving the hell out of that. He pursued me, and let's just say that I didn't resist. I mean, he was a living doll, and he was young and virile, or so I thought.

It was Jan. 1, and I'd heard that whatever you do the first day of the New Year is what you'll do the most of for the rest of the year, and it damn sure was not going to be laundry! So, I took the plunge. Of course, I did have to drink a couple of glasses of wine to get my courage up, then I just showed up and we had sex.

It wasn't horrible, but it needed much improvement. Unfortunately, the second time was twice as bad, and I just decided to throw in the towel, dress and go.

He wanted me to help him, and he said I could be his teacher. Well, women, I have to tell you that being a young man's teacher just doesn't have the same appeal at 50 that it did at 40. No, really. It doesn't.

I'm right back at that place where I want somebody else to "knock my socks off." I've been working for years at pleasing others, and now, now it's my turn.

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My teaching days are over.

Ouch, could it be me?

Hey, it could just be that

Crossing Sexual Boundaries

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